Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

When the last rusty butcher knife was kicked into the muddy water, bubbling up a string of murky mud bubbles, all that remained on the open ground was the single-barreled homemade gun that Big Head was holding in his arms.

Scarface Liu, trailing a long trail of blood, retreated back to Old Scar's side.

Looking at the scrap metal scattered on the ground, Ma Hou swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, grinned at Old Scar with a self-righteous smile, revealing his mouth that had been smashed to pieces.

"Brother Scar, I've agreed to all your requests, and all the equipment has been destroyed according to the rules we just agreed on."

Ma Hou raised his mud-covered hand and pointed to the gun barrel on his forehead: "I've shown you my sincerity, shouldn't you keep your promise and move this iron lump away?"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of something unusual flashed in Old Scar's deathly gray eyes.

He seemed to genuinely believe that the play had reached this point and was now complete, and his thumb, which had been pressing firmly on the hammer, loosened slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the five-shot gun barrel that had been stuck between the monkey's eyebrows for more than half an hour slowly slid down the monkey's nasal bone and moved away little by little.

The gun barrel that had been pressing down on their heads was finally removed.

Ma Hou let out a long sigh of relief, his tense spine instantly collapsing. Cold sweat clung to his coarse cloth jacket, making him shiver in the cold wind.

But he finally felt at ease. Now that Old Scar had been shot, his life was safe.

Just as his fake smile was about to fully bloom, he turned around, ready to tell Big Head to grab the money and retreat.

Old Scar's left hand, which was gripping the handguard, suddenly lifted upwards.

The cold, hard muzzle of the gun, carrying a fierce gust of wind, struck the monkey's temple again, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

The impact was extremely heavy, and the unsuspecting monkey was so hard that its head tilted violently to the side, and it stumbled and almost fell into the mud.

"Sorry, Monkey King."

Old Scar looked down at him: "It's foggy and slippery in this forest. I'm not used to turning my back to someone carrying a homemade gun."

He pressed the muzzle of his gun against the back of Ma Hou's head twice, saying, "Please bear with it for a little longer. Have your men take the money and leave this forest. Go back and find them in ten minutes."

"What the hell are you spewing all this nonsense about?!"

The monkey's relief was instantly swallowed by rage, and his survival instinct completely broke him down.

He didn't even care about the gun barrel in his temple. He straightened his neck and roared like a mad dog cornered: "Old Scar! Do you think I'm a three-year-old?! If all my men retreat, you can turn around and shoot me dead, and I won't even have a place to cry for justice!"

Ma Hou's face was contorted with rage, spitting everywhere: "If I die today, I'll take you two cripples down with me! Big Head! Hold your gun steady! Nobody's getting out of here!"

That shout instantly shattered the slightly relaxed atmosphere, sending it plummeting back to freezing point.

Big Head shuddered, his right hand, holding the single-barreled homemade gun, was covered in slippery cold sweat, and he aimed the gun at Old Scar with trembling hands.

The two gun barrels faced off fiercely across the muddy ground, several meters apart, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Faced with Ma Hou's reckless and mad dog-like behavior, Old Scar exhaled a breath of turbid air mixed with mud.

"OK."

Old Scar wiped the blood from his chin with the arm that had just received the bone, his dry Adam's apple bobbing: "Then let's each take a step back. I won't let all your men leave."

He glanced past Ma Hou's shoulder at the henchmen opposite him: "Have Hei Zi take the money and the other five empty-handed men, turn around and go down the mountain now. Da Tou stays here with you, gun in hand."

Old Scar sniffed, his tone becoming more realistic and down-to-earth: "Once the people with the money leave this forest and disappear from sight, Scarface Liu and I will slowly back away. After all, I have a cripple on my side, so he can't run fast even if he wants to. This is the last step I can take."

Ma Hou was panting heavily, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Old Scar, his mind racing with calculations.

Leave Big Head and the homemade gun behind; at least you'll have a human shield to take bullets. The other side has a half-dead cripple; if things really turn on them, Old Scar won't come out on top.

What's more, he also had a fully loaded Type 54 Black Star pistol tightly tucked into his waistband.

This close-fitting iron weapon was his last resort for survival. As long as Big Head held off the first wave of fire, he could easily draw his gun and smash Old Scar's head into a pulp. With this assurance, this deal was a sure win.

Thinking of this, the panic in Ma Hou's eyes completely disappeared.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scarface Liu leaning against a tree trunk, covered in mud and blood.

Looking at his elder brother, who used to swagger and bully him, now dragging his broken leg like a stray dog, Ma Hou made no attempt to hide his contempt.

He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground, then grinned coldly from his tattered lips.

"OK."

With the gun barrel pressed against his forehead, Ma Hou sighed dramatically, "Since we've come this far, I, Ma Hou, will give my old brother some face today, as a way of repaying his kindness in helping me back then."

Upon hearing this sarcastic and mocking remark, Scarface Liu's facial muscles twitched violently.

He clenched his shattered teeth, the veins on the back of his hand holding the five-shot burst bulging, his bloodshot eyes like those of a starving wolf, as if he wanted to pounce on the monkey and devour its flesh on the spot.

Ma Hou didn't even bother to look at Scarface Liu again, and turned to shout at his men at the edge of the thick fog.

"Hey, take the rest of your four brothers and turn around and head down the mountain right now! Big Head, stay here and hold onto that piece of junk you're carrying!"

The henchmen, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Hei Zi was so excited that he was sweating profusely. He hugged the heavy black oilcloth bag tightly in his arms, nodded repeatedly, and turned around to plunge into the white-haired sweat mist.

"etc."

Ma Hou's voice suddenly drifted from behind, carrying a chilling undertone: "Put the money down."

Kuroko's foot, which had just stepped out, froze in mid-air.

He turned his head blankly, looked at the huge sum of 300,000 yuan in his arms, and then looked at Ma Hou through the muddy ground a few meters away, his face full of astonishment and disbelief.

In this desolate wilderness, how could Ma Hou possibly let these penniless bastards, who were so poor they could barely breathe, take away a full 300,000 yuan in cash and a gold Rolex? As soon as they left this forest, these bastards would definitely divide the money on the spot and flee the province overnight. Who would Ma Hou cry to then?

Money is only real money when it's right under your nose.

"Monkey...Brother Monkey..."

Hei Zi swallowed hard, instinctively pulling the oilcloth bundle closer to his chest, and stammered, "Didn't you say... we should take the money and leave first...?"

"I told you to put your bag on that big blue stone!"

The monkey's fleshy face twitched violently, and his eyes instantly turned as venomous as a snake's: "Can't you understand human language? Put the money down, and you lot, get out of here!"